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Tones of almost heard familiar voices A sweet soft sense of heather hillside Salt aired breeze in shivered warmth The faint far sound of fife a..

Someday probably a Tuesday When greed oversleeps I'll sit on a jetty feet in the sea and suck down a beer with a melting cheese burger Then burp ..

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Here With afternoon sunlight blinding my glasses She's busy in Eden I'm ready for wine Tossing words out into space Tiring one finger Using no i..

Thanksgiving

Rest Stop

I have spent the day in shock and despair Listening to everyone including Barack Obama Praising all the goodness you have done Reminding me of all..

She bends in her garden gathering weeds as I watch wistful. With fear of nagging pain, where I to try a fistful. We two search for asparagus spr..

He walked out on to the quadrangle It didn't bother him that people could see him This was different Nobody knew him He was a complete stranger to..

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